It's the Final Countdown
Now, you have to imagine that title being sung to the old Europe song. That's what's in my head these days. This weekend, I am 37 weeks and the bebe is considered full term. Although I've been told many first pregnancies go to 42 weeks, I really don't think I'm going to make it that long. My prediction is sometime in the next week or two. Of course, I could be wrong. I was wrong about the gender! So if I'm still waddling around in five weeks consider me both mistaken and miserable.
I turned in my last freelance assignment today. Woohoo! So now I am going to focus on just hanging out, having fun, and getting the house ready. Since I've been focusing on freelance work, there's quite a bit to do at home, though Nate has been trying to keep things up. It's just hard between the house and the yard; you really do need two people to keep everything together.
My feet have started swelling. I can't wear socks anymore because then my feet get really fat; like 2-3 times their normal size. They look like cartoon feet! The other night Nate saw them and started laughing because he said they didn't look like they belonged to me at all. But I'm sleeping with my feet elevated and trying to keep my feet up as much as possible the rest of the time.
At my last doctor's appointment (we're going weekly now), I discovered the baby has dropped. She's in position, head down, but no dilation. I've had a couple of friends have no dilation at a doctor's appointment and go into labor within days, however, so I don't think that's a super reliable indicator. I've gained 36 pounds so far, but had gained four pounds since my last visit! The nurse said not to feel bad because with the heat I am probably retaining fluid.
Only a few more weeks until I meet the Stull household VIP. Pretty cool. I'm very tempted to go get a pedicure this weekend. For some reason, I keep thinking that during labor I'll be looking down at my feet a lot and somehow I've become convinced the pain will be more tolerable if my toenails look purty. At least the color will distract me from their cartoonish size, anyway.
Not long now!
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So, did you get the pedicure? I should have done that rather than lie around feeling sorry for myself.
I am actually getting a mani/pedi tomorrow. I wanted to go over the weekend, but Nate and I went into a serious flurry of getting the house ready. I seem to have found the infamous second wind. And my feet now look almost normal. Totally weird. Maybe that means I'm not too far away? Also, we were going to do some yard work and gardening so I wanted to wait so I wouldn't ruin purty nails. Tomorrow after work is going to be my pampering time.
oooooh! nesting! maybe baby will come soon!
I got weirdly fixated on getting a bikini wax. Something in me wanted that area to be neat and tidy. (I didn't do it, which is good because I ended up with a C-section, and would have gone through the pain for nuttin'!)
I think I'm also going to get my upper lip waxed. Strange thing I've noticed. I used to get my lip waxed every six-eight weeks or so. Since I've been pregnant, I haven't had to wax since December. Hormones, I guess ...
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